Subtle and blunt
Soft light and warm
a touch welcomes home
bed red and hot
heat rushes up
fire pulse and ache
welcomes us again
like waterfall
empty and full
soaked until I know no more
something calls me here
drinking sweet red and full of fear
drunk on pulse and desire
thoughts began to dewire
Copyright © Bias Fields | Year Posted 2025
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